Page 18 of When You're Home for the Holidays
Rhett bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep himself from reacting. He had a lot of other choice words for Fielding Haas. But she was right—hewasone of her best friends, which she had made clear to him time and time again. He knew Haas was firmly planted in his wife’s life, and that was something he could not change. Peace in his marriage depended on his ability to accept Haas and keep his head on straight around him.
“You’re really okay?” Tori asked again as she spread her straddle wider and let her body connect with his lower half. He was only wearing a pair of athletic shorts, his growing erection clearly outlined by the thin, swishy fabric.
“More than okay. Especially now that I’ve got my wife on my lap on Christmas Eve.”
“Oh God,” Tori groaned as she shifted her hips forward and rubbed her center on his cock. “Please don’t make me call you Santa tonight.”
Rhett chuckled as he tilted her head back to expose the smooth column of her neck. He licked from the base of her throat all the way up to her ear, her sweat salty on his tongue.
“But I have so many gifts I want to give you,” he teased as he bit into the pad of her ear. He continued to suck up and down her neck: tasting her, savoring her, marking her. Every time he scraped his teeth against her delicate flesh, she rewarded him by grinding down on his cock. They had a rhythm going in no time— her hips rocking back and forth over his painfully-hard dick, his lips crushing against her neck, her mouth, her tits. He sought out and savored every little bead of sweat he could find on her skin.
“Ev,” she whimpered as she pressed down harder on his erection. He knew what she really wanted.
“Have you been a good girl this year, V?”
She moaned in response to his question. It was a deep, heady sound that let him know she was way beyond the point of teasing.
He stood up with her still in his arms, the swiftness of the motion startling her and making her cry out. She grasped his face in her hands and pulled him to her, kissing him with the fervor of all the heat of the sauna. He reached out for a towel and placed it on the bench before lowering her to sit.
“Up,” he commanded, breaking their kiss to peel her panties off her body. He kneeled before her, not caring how his knees protested against the wooden planks of the sauna floor. He would kneel down and worship this woman anywhere, always.
“You know what I think?” He ran his hands up her thighs, parting her legs and gazing lovingly at her perfect pussy as she leaned back and got comfortable.
“Hmph…” she whimpered, not really answering him as her head lulled against the backrest of the bench. He reached up and caressed her face with one hand, calling her attention back to him. He knew she loved to watch him work her over. She loved it almost as much as she loved being watched.
Once he had her rapt attention, he moved his hands back to her center, spreading her folds and biting down on his lip before glancing up to meet her eyes.
“I think you’ve been averygood girl.” He leaned forward, his hands still spreading her open, his fingers caressing the softest, most intimate parts of her. “It looks like you’re definitely on the nice list.”
“Rhett,” she groaned as his mouth hovered just an inch from her center.
“Yes, beautiful?” He cocked one eyebrow, but he should have known better. She was out of patience.
“Please,” she gritted out, thrusting her pelvis up to finally connect with his mouth. They both moaned on contact, their vocalizations mingling into a satisfying cry of pleasure.
He kept his hands in play as his mouth quickly found the swollen bundle of nerves. He worked the tip of his tongue against her clit in quick, rapid flicks that had her raising her hips to meet him thrust for thrust.
He flattened his tongue and ran it down the center of her pussy, not stopping until he found her opening. He felt her work her hands into his hair, her fingers pulling against the top of his scalp in the way that drove him wild. That was all the encouragement he needed. He extended his tongue and thrust it inside her, moving it up and down and back and forth as he savored the salty, sweet, delicious flavor of his wife.
He pulled back slightly then, the loss of contact forcing her to open her eyes and meet his gaze. He licked his lips slowly, his mouth still just inches away from her center. He knew she was already close to falling apart, but he wanted to make it mind-blowingly good for her tonight.
“Do you know how much I love looking at you?” Her breath hitched in response to his words.
He moved both hands and used his pointer fingers to push into her pussy. He lowered his gaze and focused on the place where his hand disappeared inside her before speaking again. “Do you know how hard it makes me to stare right into your pretty pink hole?”
She let out a deep, guttural moan. Her pleasure spurred him into action. He kept both fingers locked in place, caressing and massaging her inner walls as he feasted. He dipped his tongue inside, leveraging his fingers to fill her completely. He worked his hands in sync with his mouth until he felt the first flutters of her release. He moved his mouth back to her clit then, grazing his teeth against the sensitive bud, then sucking with a force that had her bucking off the bench.
She cried out over and over again as she pulsed around him. Goddamn. That was a good one. He loved nothing more than making her come hard. Her pleasure was such a satisfying rush.
He let her ride out the waves of her orgasm against his face, only resurfacing for air once he was sure she was completely sated. He ran his hands up her hips and rested his chin above the scar on her lower abdomen.
“Yep. That settles it. You’re definitely on the nice list.”
She cackled at his joke, the noise lighting him up inside with almost as much joy as giving her that orgasm just had. He wanted to spend the rest of forever making her feel good in every way possible.
“I love you,” she murmured as she ran a hand absentmindedly through his hair. “But now I’m really curious about what would have happened if I was on the naughty list.”
He grinned as she finally joined in with the Christmas puns. He rose to his feet and reached for his wife’s hand. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get you cleaned up and rehydrated, then I’ll gladly show you what it’s like to be on the naughty list.” He swatted her butt as they stepped out of the sauna and made their way over to the huge walk-in shower.
